Camille My Boyfriends Mother Pt 03

Author's note:

This is the story of a young woman who is slowly seduced by her boyfriend's mother.

The heart of this story is the lesbian affair, although there are heterosexual sex scenes in this chapter, as well.

Nicole

- 18 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.

Camille

- 45 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup.

Josh

- 18 yo college freshman. 6'1", 175 pounds, brown hair.

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Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Part 03

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"I'm nervous," I told my boyfriend, Josh, as I stood before him wearing only a thong and lacy bra.

We were in my dorm room, but my dormmate had gone home for the weekend to visit her parents out of state. There were two formal dresses laid out on the bed before me, and I was trying to decide what to wear for the party later that evening.

Suddenly I felt a loud slap on my ass, and I turned around to give Josh a glare.

"I thought you were here to help me pick out a dress for your family function tonight," I said in frustration.

"I'm sorry," he said playfully. "Your cheeks just look so irresistible in that thong."

"Grr. Men," I fumed. "There's always one thing on their mind."

He grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around me as he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the side of my neck.

"I just want to make a good impression with your family," I sighed in exasperation.

"You don't have anything to be nervous about," Josh reassured me. "My mother, Camille, already loves you, and God knows that I love you. Everyone else there tonight will love you, as well."

I pushed him away and looked back over the two dresses laid out on my bed as I bit my bottom lip. I knew how judgmental my family could be of people, and I didn't want to give his side any fodder to create negative impressions of me.

"The purple one," Josh suggested.

I held it up. It was knee length and perfectly presentable. The neck plunged down to show a little cleavage, but nothing outrageous. Not too showy, but not too conservative. I couldn't argue against his suggestion.

"Wear it with stockings," Josh added.

"Because I've got pasty legs," I guessed, although I was always my own worst critic.

"Because you look incredibly sexy in stockings," he said with a cheeky grin as I gave him a smirk.

"Is sexy the look I'm really going for at your grandmother's 75

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birthday party?" I retorted as I shook my head in frustration. Josh's mother, Camille, was throwing a large party that evening at her home, and all of Josh's family would be in attendance to celebrate the family matriarch.

Truth be told, I knew that both dresses were perfectly fine, but my own insecurities were getting the better of me again. His family came from money, and I still feared fitting in with an upper-class crowd, no matter how much Josh or Camille reassured me.

Sensing my trepidation, Josh rubbed my shoulders with his strong hands. "You'll be fine. Trust me. Besides, you need to get that dress on."

"Why the rush? I've still got to do my hair and make-up," I protested.

"Because the longer I see you standing there looking all sexy in your underwear, the more I want to slip my hand down your panties," he said as he nibbled lightly on my neck.

I wasn't in any mood for sexy time, and I pushed him away. "See what I said. Men. There's always only one thing on their mind," I said as I stepped into the dress, but then I felt guilty for shooting him down so coldly, so I gave him a wink. "But play your cards right, and maybe I'll let you get lucky after we get back."

"Your roommate is gone for the weekend," he realized.

"Exactly!"

*****

I sat silently in the car while Josh played music on the stereo, but my emotions were a mountain of conflict as my emotions remained torn between Josh and Camille.

On one hand, Josh was fun and handsome, but he constantly bickered with his mother, and the more he complained, the more it sounded like whining, and I found myself more often than not siding with her, although I didn't dare admit it to him.

He was so preternaturally intelligent that he could coast by on his innate talent and still get good test scores, whereas it felt as if I was studying at all hours to maintain my grades. He was content to just get by whereas I was driven to succeed. The longer my relationship with Josh lasted, the more I saw the fatal character flaws that Camille frequently scolded him over.

I didn't fashion myself a lesbian, but Camille had a mysterious allure that drew me in. She was charming and sophisticated in all the ways I wished I could be, and I liked to think that some of her elegance and wisdom would rub off on me, even if it was only a tiny fraction.

The very fact that Camille was interested in me still surprised me. She was exotic and composed while I felt so plain and awkward. Nevertheless, she went out of her way to mentor me. First in how I dressed and acted, and then emotionally and even sexually.

Camille opened a whole new world to me, a world of fashion, sophistication, wisdom, and sexuality. Although I knew we could never be an open couple, her faith in me was reaffirming, and I felt as if I learned more from her in the few weeks we had spent together than in all my previous 18 years on this earth.

Josh, on the other hand, was seemingly growing more childish and whiny by the day. Perhaps it was to spite his mother, but whatever the case, lately I felt almost more like his mother than his lover. Heaven forbid Josh even learned of my relationship with his mother, though. He already resented her, and I could only imagine how devastated he would be losing his girlfriend to her.

I found myself criticizing little things about him, although I tried to tell myself that we were just moving past the honeymoon phase of our relationship. Nevertheless, I couldn't help worrying that the fire in our relationship wasn't settling into an eternal flame so much as it was slowly dying out.

*****

15 minutes later, we were at Camille's house, and I instantly felt like I was under interrogation. Josh's relatives were all perfectly pleasant and nice, but they swarmed around me to the point it was almost suffocating.

Josh had barely even introduced me before his grandfather whisked him away, leaving me to fend for myself as literally dozens of his relatives seemingly descended upon me.

Evidently Josh and Camille and already told them all about me, so they all knew who I was, but I knew nothing about them. There were cousins and aunts and uncles, and I was always bad with names, anyway, and I was hopelessly lost trying to remember who was who.

They all seemingly took a keen interest in me, but aside from his grandmother, the birthday celebrant, everyone else was like a fish in a sea of bright friendly anonymous faces.

"Nicole, could you lend me a hand for a moment?" Camille's lilting voice carried across the room.

She stood at the door to the kitchen, and I shot her a look of gratitude for throwing me a lifeline as I quickly stood up and and excused myself to join her in the kitchen.

"You looked like you needed a life preserve," Camille laughed after she closed the kitchen door behind us.

"Thank you," I said profusely. "My anxiety was shooting through the roof. They're nice and all, but it was quite overwhelming."

"They're all gossip mongers, and you're fresh, fertile meat for them to feast on," she said dismissively.

"But they all seem so nice."

"Looks can be deceiving," Camille countered.

The party chatter from the rest of the house seeped through the walls of the kitchen, reminding me of the throng of people waiting outside, and I was thankful for the brief respite from the third degree.

"I just want to make a good impression on them. Both you and Josh are important to me," I emphasized.

"You're doing fine," Camille reassured me as she placed her hand on the side of my face and then leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "Just relax and be yourself."

The kiss only lasted for a second, but I looked around nervously, frightened that someone could walk into the kitchen any second and see me kissing my boyfriend's mother. Nevertheless, the kiss calmed my nerves, and I took a deep breath.

"Did you actually need help with anything?" I offered.

"No, but why don't you carry out this charcuterie tray so that it's less obvious I was just pulling you away from their game of 20 questions," Camille said with a wink.

I smiled and grabbed the tray off the counter and made my way back out to the party.

A few minutes later, some of Josh's female cousins introduced themselves and invited me to join them, pulling me away from the probing questions from Josh's aunts and uncles. I was thankful to be talking with girls my own age, feeling I'd have more in common with them than the family elders.

From across the room, Josh was talking with his grandfather. His face was smiling, but I saw the flustered look in his eyes as his grandfather obviously had him cornered. I wondered if Camille would throw him a similar lifeline as she did for me, although she passed by with a tray of finger food, seemingly content to let her son flounder on an island.

Meanwhile, Josh's cousins, the girls, were all pleasant, although their conversation seemed focused on pop music and celebrity gossip, neither of which I was terribly fluent in, but it was nice to feel like a part of the crowd and not on the receiving end of an interrogation.

15 minutes later, my phone buzzed, and I casually looked down at the screen.

"Is something wrong?" one of the girls asked.

"Not at all," I said, playing it off. "It's nothing."

I looked around the room and saw that Josh had somehow escaped his grandfather's grip and was nowhere to be seen.

"Josh is probably just in the restroom," the cousin remarked as my eyes scanned the room.

"I'm sure you're right," I replied.

Josh had sent me a text telling me to meet him in his bedroom in five minutes, although I had no idea why. He looked troubled and stressed while talking to his grandfather, and I wondered if his grandfather had triggered his anxiety.

Even though he had been whiny lately, he was still my boyfriend, and I wanted to comfort him. The five minutes passed slowly, but they passed, and then I took the opportunity to excuse myself from the conversation.

As I turned the corner into the hallway, the din of voices from the main room grew dimmer. Josh's room was at the end of the hall on the left, and I entered it. Josh was waiting behind the door, and he pulled me into the room and closed it.

"What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly concerned as he locked the door to give us privacy. "Did your grandfather upset you?"

I saw a playful look in his eyes when he turned back around. "I told you how sexy you look in that outfit. Especially knowing what you're wearing underneath."

"Jesus, Josh," I said as I pushed him away. "We're at your grandmother's birthday party. This is neither the time nor the place."

He approached me again and wrapped his arms around me. "Au contraire. This is the time and the place," he insisted.

"And what if someone comes looking for you?"

"All the more reason to hurry up," he countered.

His hands reached down to the hem of my skirt and started raising it up as his lips went to the side of my neck.

"What's gotten into you?" I sighed, his warm breath on my neck already starting to melt my defenses.

"I get so worked up at these things. My mother is a corporate executive, and my father runs his own large successful company, and I'm their only son. The expectations on me are sky high."

"So that makes you horny and want to have sex," I said incredulously.

"It makes me want to escape, to take my mind off it, even if just for a few minutes. My grandfather was just asking me about what kind of legacy I'm aiming to leave. I mean, Jesus, I'm 18 fucking years old."

"I'm sorry," was all I could offer, and suddenly my own interrogation out there seemed mild by comparison.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm just stressing out."

He leaned in to kiss me, and I fell backwards onto his bed, and he came down on top of me.

"Fine," I decided, and my hands reached for his belt and quickly undid his trousers. "But we need to be quick."

Against my own better judgement, I felt sorry for him and decided I should be a good girlfriend. Even though he could be whiny and lazy, he was nowhere near as bad as Camille and his grandfather evidently made him out to be.

His face brightened as I hurriedly pulled down his pants and boxers, taking his already hard cock into my hands. He smiled mischievously, like a naughty boy who knew he was getting away with something.

"Let me grab a condom," he said as he tried to reach for his nightstand, but I held him on top of me.

"I started on the pill," I whispered in his ear.

"So you mean..." his voice trailed off.

"Yes."

We had fooled around without condoms before, but he always either pulled out or I was safely off my fertile period when he ejaculated. Lately, I got tired of us having close calls, so I started going on the pill a few weeks before.

Josh was already hard, but his cock started throbbing in my hand. Then he sat up on the bed and lifted my legs into the air. He hiked my dress up to my waist and then pressed his cock against my sex, and I sighed as my pussy quickly moistened. He pulled at the thin, elastic fabric of my thong and pulled it aside, and the air suddenly rushed against my wetness.

My body was shaking in excitement. I looked down and saw his cock pulsing with promise, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I waited for him to enter me.

I spread my legs wider and shivered in anticipation as he tapped his cock against my wet mound.

My eyes were still closed as I sighed, "I thought we were in a hurry."

Josh chuckled while I drew a deep breath to keep myself calm.

"Please," I begged him.

And then he pressed forward, his cock parting my labia, and I let out a long slow moan. I was already so wet that his cock easily slid its full length inside me with no resistance, instantly filling me with the full girth of his manhood.

I opened my eyes as Josh fell on top of me, and we laid there face to face and started making out as he began vigorously fucking me. His thrusts were deep and powerful as he slammed himself into my body, his full weight crashing into me as I wrapped my stocking clad legs around him and pulled him into me that much deeper.

"That's it, baby, just like that," I encouraged him, my own arousal quickly rising.

Josh kissed me on the lips, our tongues dancing a tango as his cock plowed my pussy.

"Oh God," I whimpered in pleasure, but then Josh's body tightened, and the next thing I knew, he was emptying himself inside me.

His warm seed oozed out, filling my pussy. Josh had been holding himself up, but his body collapsed, and his full weight came down on me, and I relaxed my legs and let them fall to the side as his cock started to soften inside me.

He had gotten me all hot and bothered only to cum before I could climax also, and it left me feeling horny and unfulfilled, although I tried to hide my disappointment.

"I'm sorry," he said, at least acknowledging his premature ejaculation. "You got me too excited," he explained with an embarrassed laugh.

His cock slipped out of me, and suddenly, all I could hear was the chatter and noise from the party through the thin walls of his room.

"it's just as well," I noted. "Someone will surely come looking for us soon."

I quickly fixed my clothing, putting my panties and dress back in place.

"I'll make it up to you later," Josh promised.

"You'd better," I said, faking a smile.

"Go ahead out first. I'll follow in a few minutes," he remarked.

I checked myself quickly in the mirror, and everything looked in place, so I headed back out to the party. Everybody greeted me with a friendly face or wave as I passed, but I couldn't help feeling they somehow knew what I'd been up to, as if they could smell the sex on my body.

This time, one of Josh's aunts stopped me, and I entered into a polite conversation with her.

A few minutes later, Josh re-emerged, and he joined some of his male cousins.

I saw Camille standing across the room talking with her mother and father, but she looked distressed. It was almost jarring to see since Camille was always so composed and sophisticated. Then Camille suddenly got up and stormed out of the room.

A minute later, my phone buzzed again, only this time I had a text from Camille asking me to meet her back in her bedroom.

I quietly excused myself from my conversation with Josh's aunt, and I made my way down the hallway again, this time to the master bedroom at the end of the long hall.

"Camille," I said as I poked my head past the door.

She was facing away from me with her head was in her hands.

I closed the door behind me and slowly made my way to her, but I was shocked to see tears on her face as I approached.

"I'm sorry you're seeing me like this," she said, her voice emotional and breaking.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned.

"It's nothing new. You think I'd be used to it by now," she replied as she wiped away a tear.

I sat down next to her on the bed and put my arm around to comfort her. Camille was always so composed and collected that it was unnerving to see her in such a vulnerable state. Our roles suddenly felt reversed, and it felt odd for me to be the consoler. Nevertheless, she had provided me so much support and encouragement, all I wanted was to return the favor in her hour of need.

"I'm here for you," I offered.

Camille took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, although I could still see the tears stains on her face, and her makeup was beginning to run.

"It's my mother. She just can't help herself. She thinks I'm a failure because I'm not married," Camille lamented.

"What?" I blurted in response. "But you're wildly successful. A corporate executive."

"I know, and none of that means anything to her," she said in frustration. "She's very traditional. She'd rather I was a housewife waiting on a husband hand and foot."

I couldn't help thinking how full circle life was at times. Josh had a strained relationship with his mother because she didn't think he worked hard enough, whereas Camille had a strained relationship with her own mother because of her career focus. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, as they say.

"It's your life to live," I responded. "You can't let her guilt you like that. It's not like you're living under her roof, so what concern is it of hers."

"It's how she was raised," she reasoned. "She doesn't know any different, but it just hurts not having the approval of those you seek approval from the most. She thinks I'm a bad mother, and that's why Josh prefers to stay with his father."

"That's because his father isn't as strict on him as you," I scoffed.

"And she thinks I'd still be married to him if I was a better wife."

"It's not your fault, Camille," I said as I gave her a hug of encouragement. "You're a wonderful mother and woman."

"Thank you for that.," Camille smiled gratefully as she turned to me. "You're a good friend."

I started to respond, but then Camille kissed me out of nowhere. I fell back onto the mattress, and Camille fell down on top of me as we began to make out.

She kissed me with a passion and ferocity I'd never felt before, as if she was exorcising her demons by making out with me. I recalled how Camille just said her mother thought she was a failure as a mother and a wife, and I couldn't help thinking how much more disappointed she might be if she knew that her daughter was a lesbian.